From heights of pride to the depths of shame,
exposed the things to hide, stripped away of all fame,
forever banished, the beauty and the name,
cast out by the creator, free to play his dark game...
( I will destroy the throne which thought of me unworthy!
I shall not return to the womb which cast me out to birth me! )
Rage in the eyes fail to mask the pain,
hiding the agony is cloak of arrogance gone to vain,
The rebellious misfit now tossed aside,
laws he disagreed with were not his to abide,
( I shall make Hell rumble and the heavens shall crumble!
the child punished, not given a chance to stumble! )
The eyes red with anger have seen their fate,
The gaze of an angel now blinded by hate,
The fire of ambition which has burnt too far,
Everything that is now lost, shall sting in the scar.
( My own turned against me, all because of the fiery ambition,
I shall make them all pay! It is my final declaration! )
The sinner blinded feels betrayed,
Evil too created by the good with the fragile heart played,
Shattered pride's pieces cause cuts deeper,
The heart turned to ice by its keeper.
( Look at them! Look at them! they have forgotten their own!
I could have ruled! I could have graced the mighty throne! )
The longing for acceptance and love fed the lust to rule,
young blood running hot had corrupted the naive fool,
The dagger deep in the heart shall now burn for eternity,
Lonesome child of the forgotten divine fraternity...
( I am what was created! Cast out is my innocence!
No soul shall now feel elated! I shall never kneel for acceptance! )
Thus consumed by agony, thus torn apart by rage,
It all shows in the pain stricken eyes, how the cries for help rattle the cage,
Broken glass knows only to cut, the hope from the eyes has forever fled,
nothing more to lose does the fallen one have, look how much he has bled...
( Tears I have shed, now no more, now I shall reign all evil,
The cuts that have bled, now my all of it my scars will make them feel... )
And the war begins, between eternal good and bad,
All rage arose out of the fragile pride he had,
The one held highest in divine eyes, turned into its bane,
The one tear tells the story of never ending pain....
( All of them will see! and all of them will pay!
all of them cannot unhear what I have to say! )
Son of the morning now an illicit offspring of the dark,
Gone is the light, gone is the beautiful spark,
Punished, shunned away, betrayed, hurt, enraged,
The eyes never lie, nothing remains encaged...
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